Stall me

Chapter 38.

2 months later...

Brendons POV.

She still hasn't waken up.

I think a lot about the night we brought her in. They grabbed her from me, rushed her into surgery, and warned us about how she might never wake up.

I couldn't give up hope, not yet.

Her body laid covered with tubes and wires. Her black raven hair was dirty from lack of proper washing, they come in once a week to clean her, but they don't do a good enough job.

I could honestly do better then these assholes.

Her mom found out the night after her surgery, luckily we were in Vegas, so she came within minutes. Jimmy got bitched at, I got bitched at, but we told her what happened.

We told her the truth.

She cried when she found out Zach did this to his own daughter, and actually thanked Luke for killing him, he had been wanted by the police for a very long time, he just had never been found.

She was pissed, but she kept her word about not saying anything about the Sinners, if she really wanted too, we would all be arrested and thrown in jail forever

But truth be told, I think she won't say anything because Emerson was there.

We told the hospital that Emerson and I had been walking, and a car drove by and shot at us, my leg was doing better, they removed the bullet before she was even out of surgery.

I wish I had taken her place.

I missed her voice, her laughter, her singing, the way she would roll her eyes at me when I pissed her off, I missed her soft lips on my own.

I missed her.

Nicole and Dallon held off the wedding, being as Nicole refused to get married until she had her maid of honor back, and we completely canceled the rest of the tour. With Zach being dead, all of the jobs we had were taken care of, by other gangs we United with along the way over the years.

Jimmy and Chelsea eventually started talking again, with all of us at the hospital almost all the time it's hard to ignore one another, Chelsea barely spoke a word to me when she met me. She blamed me for everything.

And I couldn't even blame her.

I would say we were civil now, we talk about Emerson a lot, she tells me stories about her childhood and I can't help but smile to each one.

They all sound like something she would do.

Sitting here in the chair, I watch Emerson's body breath through the tube, her chest rising fast, falling slowly.

I just wanted to see those eyes, one more time.

"Hey," Chelsea enters, two cups of coffee in her hand, "here."

I take the one she offered towards me, sipping it back immediately, "thanks."

"When's the last time you left this room?"

I look at my phone, it was now June 10th.

"A month ago."

Her eyes widen, "Brendon, I know you want to stay with her, but you have your own life too. I'm not going to let them take her off life support, I know my girl has a chance, I know she is still in there."

"I know she is too," I sigh, "and I want to be here when she wakes up, I need to see her eyes sparkle again."

Chelsea gives a slow nod, letting out a small sigh and taking a drink of her coffee.